Yn's pov―
Taehyung smirked as he held the controller high above my head, his long arm stretched out with that lazy dominance that always made my pulse skip. The victory screen still glowed on the TV, but his eyes were locked on me, dark and teasing, like he knew exactly how this night would end. I sat there on the couch, my competitive fire burning hotter than ever, cheeks already flushing from the way he looked at me.
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